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Another One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

I am writing this blog to apologize for Mari.
Mari was born in Iowa, grew up there,
had a fine career there, and loves Iowa still.

Steven King is from Iowa, too.  People,
somewhere in Iowa, elect him as their Representative,
probably because an astouding number of people
in Iowa think like Steven King does. 

That is why I am apologizing for Mari. 

Mari does not think like Steven King,
and it is wrong of her to characterize herself
as a down-to-earth, practical, loyal, sensible
former citizen of the Sovereign State of Iowa.

Steven King understands Iowa in the same way
that Michele Bachmann understand Minnesota. 
He knows that the communists have taken over
our government, of which he is an elected part,
and that if we want to preserve our liberties,
our lives, and our sacred corn cobs, we shall
have to rise up in rebellion against the bolsheviks.

(I do not know why Mari does not understand this!)

This is what Representative King said recently,
in answer to a question some naive reporter
from the Huffington Post asked him:

"So this is just like Prague under communist rule?"

"Oh yeah, it is very, very close," King replied.
"It is the nationalization of our liberty and the federal
government taking our liberty over.
So there are a lot of similarities there."

Mr. King, who is a loyal Iowan who loves his country
and his job as a Representative from Iowa
to our communist infested government,
thinks we need a revolution.  He advocates
that people from all over this nation grab their pitchforks
and hay balers and Second Amendment rights and
march off to Washington, clogging the streets,
and take our government back from the idiots
and inbeciles and communists who are there now.

Mr. King is there now, but he doesn't mean himself.
And he probably doesn't mean Michele Bachmann, either.
He means Thomas Jefferson, and Harry Truman,
and Barack Obama, and people like Mari,
most of whom are not in Washington, D.C., right now.

I know that Mari proudly says she is from Iowa. 
I try to understand that but, truth be told,
she does not understand that she has lost
her down-to-earth, March-mud-in-Iowa values.

Mari said she would be late coming home today--
something about getting her hair trimmed--
but I am willing to bet that she is on short wave,
getting her marching orders from Prague.

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